Sara had spent the better part of her time at RMI trying to make all the friends she could, and basically treading through her classes. The Lyra had come to realize that she preferred the classes that were a little bit more practical and not the ones that made you think, such as potions. Sara wasn't a fan of potions class, and she doubt she would ever be. It also had to with the reputation Professor Heir had all over the school, and to be honest, Sara was a little bit wary of him. She had heard about the cupcake incident the day they arrived. Fortunately, she hadn't had any negative encounters with the Potions Professor.

The Blonde had been to quick to sing victory.

As soon as the Lyra entered the practical lab a weird tickling sensation started in her throat and evolved into one of the most infuriating things that could happen to anyone: Hiccups. Sara got distracted the second she started suffering from them. She didn't see the instructions and she had NOT heard a single word that came out of the Professor's mouth. It was safe to say that Sara was completely and utterly distracted by the annoying hic that was escaping her lips every few seconds. What kind of torture was this!? This was bullshit. Plain and simple.

Her temper was quickly rising as continued hiccups made her chest hurt a little from the constant overwork. A small tear ran down her cheek as minutes of uninterrupted hiccups frustrated her. What was she supposed to do now? This was barbaric and horrific. The hiccuping around the blonde Lyra was making it worse.

Ahh!

Her frustration had reached an all time high, so Sara reached for the first person within arm's reach. She tugged a girl´s rob and ignored her question. “This,” hic “is horrible.” hic. “Please help.” hic. It was safe to assume that she would drop out of potions as soon as she could.

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“This,” hic “is horrible.” hic. “Please help.” hic. Remington blinked her brown eyes at another student, who she could vaguely identify as a fellow first year. They were in all of the same classes,... more

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